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oh shit, I was going to post a pre-written comment here saying only "you were right", but then I read the daschund [sic] comment, and laughed, and didn't post a comment saying only "you were right". this reminds me of a small note on the corner of my dresser, in a pile of stuff I'm never going to quite make into poems: "a lot of people don't realize the most dangerous animal in north america is the actually the dachsund, and not the saber-toothed bear vulture".

I turned that game off when it was 21-3 Pats. Then I checked the paper in the morning and laughed. I got what I wanted, the feeling of the team I wanted to win winning, and the ‘exciting’ 2nd half would have just been frustrating.

I like Jim Johnson’s defensive pre-snap dance here in Philly. It doesn’t always work but it is fun to watch because you never know what’s up.

It’s best when the QB calls the plays if the QB is up to it. No one is in the way, all the power of rationalization and instinct is brought to bear.

The one thing about sports, though, is that when the third base coach tells you what to do, swing or not swing, bunt, you can just think about execution and not have to also think about what to do at the same time. That relates to life and art. But the third base coach takes away the affirmative power of rationalization: I’m doing what I want to do, the vision is mine own, so one has to justify it, make it work.

ha, I knew you would think I was talking about thinking. I was literally talking about how they line up for the snap. physically. they just look really good and practiced, how they line up all at the same time, they all lock into place like it's a video game, and the wide receivers have good posture. you'll see in the super bowl. also I know you're a poet now from today's post, so I'm going to take my eyeballs out. but I printed out your poem. I'll put it on my ottoman. poetry is weird.